24 - Atlanta, GA
I'm Silverstein and Seuss with jumper-cables to the balls.
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A baseball cap retired today.
Frayed and worn, it tells tales of many heads.
Rescued from the crashing waves of a merciless ocean,
I breathed into it’s cotton blend, my own life.
Days of sun and rain and warehouse dust
settled beneath the threadbare bill,
worn ragged along the edges
by a minimum wage nine-to-five.
This cap has many stains, many triumphs and regrets,
soaked in blood, sweat, and beers
spilled in pool halls, bars, and backyard brawls.
The Velcro hooks no longer hold onto the tired, stretched linen.
Embroidered with a ,now withered, Corona commercial
it is miles away from ordinary.
It is a voyager, a vagabond, a testament to lives lived.
This cap tells tales of many heads.